An article on a Cleveland, Ohio news site today, about grocery stores, triggered a memory of Saturday afternoon, being ordered away from the TV cartoons to help unload the week’s groceries. The trunk of a 1960 Ford Fairlane could hold a third of a weeks paycheck and lots of full, sturdy brown paper bags.
Unlike the Ford promo photo above, ours was a four door. It was preceded, in my earliest memories, by a Hudson Hornet, a Hudson Wasp and a 1956 Ford. I learned to drive and date in a 1963 Ford Custom (boring but a great back seat). It was replaced by a 1969 Fairlane Coupe which I found easily capable of maxing a 120 MPH speedometer, with pedal left, on I-71 at 3 AM after a recon run for radar guns. I was young and stupid and mercifully survived. The stupidity caught up with me in my first marriage – and it cost way more than a car.
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